Life is like a game of chess,
Change is a constant occurrence;
If we don't reach the end,
How will you know who's the victor?
Love has the same direction,
Going opposite is a disaster;
One way street is wisdom,
Obey traffic rules.
Life generate wins,
Love generate wealth;
Both are great assets,
To fight liabilities in this world.
Life is precious,
Love is gracious;
Both are gifts from above,
Priceless commodities of man.
We don't know it all
But we can never be late
We don't have it all
But we can never be liabilities
Because we believe in our agility
Showcasing our abilities
Paving ways for possibilities.
We're not the most powerful
But we're not preys
We live with humility
Doesn't mean we're timid
We show love
Doesn't mean we're fearful.
We're silent
Doesn't mean we're weak
We're generous
Doesn't mean we're foolish
But we always expect anything to happen
Due to our uniqueness
You're not responsible for people's actions and more.
The power of your words
Can bind a heart or can break it into two
Can create happy memories or painful ones
Can build you up or break you down
Can bridge the gap or make a wide
Your words will reveal your heart.
Your words are the only real wealth that you own
They will draw up the Balance Sheet of your Life
Your Assets and Liabilities.
Each person is sailing through
the Heaven and Hell of his emotions
Words said and left unsaid.
Let’s not be victims of Life but creators of Life
But when all love disappears maybe its time to just start loving yourself.
Deep in the heart of a weekend
No plans, no promise, no pizazz
A feeling as if I were robbed of something
My youth, to be precise
When Saturday night and Sunday found me out and about
Ah, but what’s the point of comparing fragrance and fragility
I’m happy with my life of sitting and writing and waiting
Waiting for my disabilities to return to abilities
recover assets, ditch liabilities
Deadlines, responsibilities
Cubicles, liabilities
Dour adulthood, I did attain
Alas, to be a child again
It was once easy to have fun
Racing on grass under the sun
We would find ways to entertain
Alas, to be a child again
Our moms said, "put your raincoats on"
Embracing water like a swan
And singing songs out in the rain
Alas, to be a child again
Imagination gave us wings
We became princesses and kings
And precious fantasy would reign
Alas, to be a child again
Kicking stones to school every day
I knew each flower on the way
To linger on that country lane
Alas, to be a child again
Glancing shyly, her long blonde braids,
A memory that never fades,
To only see my smiling Jane,
Alas, to be a child again
Now, bones don't move so well. They ache.
Falling apart, too much to take
Soon, I'll be walking with a cane
Alas, to be a child again
The everlasting search for truth,
And that cagey fountain of youth -
Why must it always be in vain?
Alas, to be a child again
I have been fortunate indeed
Into my dotage, I recede
I can't but think, as life does wane
Alas, to be a child again
Life is an eternal ecstasy
Flowering as ripe old age
Liabilities over, shorn of shackles
Confined to oneself and free to peep into
Fads and foibles lying dormant for decades
The wisdom at its best, with the strings few
Leaves, petals, breeze, dawn, dusk and dew
As adorable companions offering divine notes
To the melody of heart, mood and passions
Echoing as penance, serenity and joy
With love, compassion and forgiveness
All in one
The hidden hues come to the fore
With unknown treasure on the fingertips
Making million times richer and able
Turning thoughts in to wings, ready to fly
To reach the stars, moon and the clouds
The exciting new self, hitherto unknown
Opening days as an era of joy and thrill
Planning solo journey to new destinations
It is time to rediscover the life
Merging with the chastity of earth and sky
And enjoying virginity of the divine
In the life’s second bloom
Your love created assets to my soul, taking away my liabilities, balancing it with the goodness of
your hearts equity
You gave me your all, even when you had nothing to gain. You blessed me with joy and carried
all of the pain
Whenever I incorrectly calculated you became my life bond, you gave yourself up for me, how
was I supposed to respond?
I was too clueless, too helpless and too afraid, so you took all of my debt. You took it while
smiling, while cheering while loving me daily without any regret
‘I'm your risk free investment’ is what you used to say. You carried all the costs and paid all the
premiums that life threw my way.
You never complained, you always encouraged, you put me above all, even when I gambled in
life you would be there whenever I fall
But like an uneducated child I signed the loans that life offered me without even reading the fine
print,
Why didn't I squint?
*breath*
Bill paid, my heart now forever impaled by the heaviest splint.
I left nothing behind
No legacy for them to find
No assets nor liabilities
No name nor possibilities.
I came with an impossible dream
To live happily till the death
It was so hard to complete
This dream was a possible threat.
Nothing much was so important
For me to only survive
My fight for my life
It was a struggle to revalue.
But now people think differently
As if I created the history
They want to learn my philosophy
For me, it was just a living priority.
They want from me to know
How was I able to grow?
I say it was so simple to go
With time let life to flow.
Rohan Dhabade
To be hopeful is to always believe,
To have faith and to not disbelieve,
To wont more from life than is given,
To strive for success to be driven,
To be hopeless is to give up the fight,
To extinguish that bright sparkling light,
It’s so easy to just lay down, give up,
To just run away and, cover it up,
It’s not always the easiest path way,
But having hope will make headway,
Dreaming of hope is just not enough,
You have to work at it and be tough,
Pushing yourself forward you’ll achieve,
There will be barriers but just believe,
Have faith in yourself, and your abilities,
Ignore the liabilities and impossibilities,
Believe in the opportunities, and positivities
Take advantage of all possible probabilities.
By Sarah Cope
One day I decided to aggregate what I own
Realizing soon enough I couldn't count it all,
Though I never thought I had all that much
What I had was oddly beyond simple math.
Determined I was to know what I'm worth
And I knew the formula for how that works
So I added all assets and deducted liabilities
Yet, never could I derive the right answer.
My assets were tangible, so easy to add up
But when I thought of lives I had touched
And receipt of generosity they bestowed,
I could not appraise the value of their love.
Swiftly I subtracted what I owed to others
Feeling proud of self for I didn't owe much
Till I took account of much that was given
Not expecting from me anything in return.
When I finally accepted futility of my effort
My worth resembled faces of my loved ones,
Not susceptible to any numeric computation
Well beyond the bounds of ordinary cognition.
January 3, 2019
Placed 2nd in Food for thought poetry contest by Silent One
I got my first Presidential Alert today
Did you
too?
It was alarming
near the middle of the afternoon
to receive this reminder,
He's still President?
Watch out!
As a candidate
he promised us he would do nothing
to improve our weather
and, in fact,
would strongly support Business As Usual
so we could plan on even more severe subclimates
of internal and external pathology--
bilateral climate anxiety
works competitively both ways.
Severe Presidential Alerts
are alarming
but probably necessary acknowledgement
the WhiteHouse denies human contribution
to causing severe climatic harm
and thereby perhaps hopes to avoid expensive global reparations,
responsible repairs
reforesting
un-desertification liabilities,
reinvestments in non-violent health care giving
and receiving with all mattered lives
Now green death shattered by severe climate necessities
of ultra-violet Presidential Alerts
Watch out!
Patriarchal grabbing and transparent extracting,
squeezing and penetrating pain
at Presidential work
against health and love
of future sacred mattered Lives
of Earth herself.
It seems you could never stay out of a casino.
As soon as you got paid, that is where you would go.
Your life became dependent on the roll of the dice.
Each crap table visited was as cold as ice.
Your financial ability was shrouded with doubt.
The money evaporated with each seven out.
With meeting your obligations, you didn't give a damn.
You got yourself in quite a financial jam.
Bill collections, repossessions, and foreclosures clouded your life.
Gambling was cutting you up like a knife.
Each day was an experience with monetary strife.
Those episodes are what decent people dread.
You must not be feeling pain now that you're dead.
All you have left are unpaid debts and liabilities.
I am forced to scatter you cremated ashes to the breeze.
You can keep your suicidal suit wardrobe wars...drawers of destruction
In your consumption of insubordinate illusions...intrusions of insanity
~~~
You can keep your vanity and desired disease...appease the ego
In your tuxedo tailor-made by tyrants...compliance and conformity
~~~
You can keep your deformity and defamation...population desensitized
In your advertised agony and defeat...secrete societal sermons
~~~
You can keep your damaged demons & whores...centaur’s modern maze
In your tangled haze of hallucinations...limitations, and liabilities
~~~
You can keep your disabilities of discontent...disorient of discipline
In your simpleton slaved seduction...obstruction in obedience
March.31.2018
Societal Discontent
Sponsored by: Brendan J. Simons
'Happy Easter Everyone'
This cannot be the end,
There must be more in store,
I cannot believe
My life is complete,
I’m still hungry for more.
Merely Seventeen today,
Can’t believe I feel this way.
Life was once so bright to me,
Not it just fades away…
My dreams become fantasy,
Mere liabilities,
Get a job and earn the rent,
Passion dies with paychecks spent.
Thirty-five years old next week,
I should be proud when I speak,
But I just don’t feel that way
Despite my wife and kids.
I know I love them dear,
They comfort me when near,
But I see ever day ahead of me
A churning, burning monotony.
Fifty-five and I can play,
Rock has always been my way.
Critics once looked up to me,
Now I’m ‘too old’ they say.
But the notes still comes and flow,
In rhythmic rock and roll.
But they try and show me the door,
Saying I’m a dinosaur.
Ninety-five years old,
Bones are feeling cold,
In my mind things aren’t as sharp
As they used to be.
The memories grow dim,
The passing days more grim.
This all can’t be as it seems,
I still pray it’s a bad dream.
This cannot be the end,
There must be more in store,
I cannot believe
My life is complete.
I’m still hungry for more.
Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.
Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.
Each rudder has a Tipping Point,
acting like a pre-deductive
adolescent-curious
rudder,
manipulated by a health-intending navigator,
like the pre-ramp lip
on a wheelchair ramp,
inviting a more cooperative initial push
or final descent
in helpful on and off directions,
left and right,
up and down,
in and out,
back and forth,
Yang ecological economic maturity
with Yintegrative adolescent revolutionary politics,
nondual faces of one co-directing intention
toward recognizing limitations
and liabilities
of competitive adolescent behaviors
too patriarchal LeftBrain dominant for fully mature unfolding,
while also appreciating more cooperatively slow
and steadier
eco-flowing assertions
to politically co-enfranchise matriarchal RightBrain
integrity of improved developments
of and for Tipping Point maturation.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.